And, last one: “Somebody ‘bout to stumble out of this club drunkWithout having that chain tucked”

Everything happens to come at its end, and then it’s too late:

The hero’s days will end, as he’ll eventually be “stumbling out the door lookin’ for my car on the street ‘Til I see this black-hood wearnin’, staring nigga tryna stick up; Shots go off”, falling victim because of a real gun in the hand of someone in lack of money and values.

This stylistic device is to translate as the fate waiting on you at the end of the path, path which is up to our choices and responsibilities.